The green glass container
landed with a bump on the sands
The sea, tired of its presence
No fine wine or olive oil here
but something more precious
a message for someone special
Sent in hope than anticipation
dropped into blue waters
floating off towards land
Time remains – and Questions Unanswered
Did message reach intended target ?
Or is he (or she) ? combing the shore ?
Great to hear from you again Jacqueline. Glad that you enjoyed my latest scribble….I’m doing my best to provide some pics for the poetry…got any thoughts ?
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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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